| MY NAME IS SAMSON
by Gordon Kuhn 03/09/2010 Oh what a foolish man in mid-life crises I turned out to be how embarrassing to the family I surely must have been for God’s knows I know that thinking thoughts like mine were sin Israel’s final judge of twelve flirted the rumors all said and you, Delilah, for payment almost then in hand sought me out while I in lust was weakened so and thought only then with lower extremity thus I found myself before my God that I was soon to be so captivated by so seduced by so enraptured by thee my beautiful, alluring Delilah, a witch on land and on the sea a whore who for 30 lbs of silver became for me, my barber and a force majeure with gentle touch you acted poseur a harlot learned well, no not any cheap amateur who with fortune held close in hand met first we did in town Timnath you undressed me, caressed me, then led me to your bath anointed me with scented oil and mounting me you moaned, thrust and did toil well versed to challenge such a weak mind as mine I fell so easy, so very easily, easily I fell in line a hungry man, empty, searching who tragic had lost his love a young bride taken murdered, burned, my lovely morning dove by Philistines who then one-thousand met the jawbone of my ass in judgment, for a judge I be, I burned their crops and killed in mass they, in turn, put a lofty bounty on my head how upsetting this was at first to me to view the posters hung with horrible pictures for all to see they didn’t look at all like me my strength of will they knew not the source the source of power with which I kept it fed but they did all hold the knowing result in dread and could not approach or challenge me for fearfully knew that with a whack I’d leave them quite dead leave them for the birds of carrion who upon their rotting bodies would feed but you my beautiful-horrible Delilah I was so gentle led peeled gapes by you were gentle fed while you stroked and wound seven braids of hair then with a knife you cut it there and my strength fell cut by cut to the ground then you called the guards who found me sleeping sound who gouged out my eyes and left me blinded to grind their grain but my hair began to grow while I suffered in constant pain then foolishly chose they to lead me out in bold parade tied to pillars I prayed for strength and Godly aide repenting all to him which birthed my soul to kill those who surrounded me and who laughed that day then with a growl I forced the pillars to begin to sway they say three thousand lives I took that day ended there along with mine beneath the stones carved wide and tall that fell and crushed and killed us all. Copywrite by Gordon Kuhn 3/9/2010 Gordon Kuhn |
